Salad of arugula, apples, green onions, bacon and brie with balsamic vinaigrette.
This afternoon, Chuck and I went to a memorial service for the father of a friend. It was sad, of course, but not devastatingly so. His family are people of such strong faith, and throughout the service the undercurrent was a very genuine "we'll miss him, but we know he's with God and we'll see him again." The memorial was a time for this tight-knit family to voice their appreciation for everything their father had given them during his life.
Still, he was about our own fathers' age. And as we left the service, my friend and I reflected that even though it's the natural order of things for children to lose their parents--in fact, it's the ideal order of things--the loss is no less shocking, no less sad. I wondered what it would be like if I were sitting in the front pew. I hope I don't have to find out for a really long time.
So food-wise, the upshot is we weren't that hungry this evening. We're feeling reflective. (Do you reflect better when you eat a light dinner?) And we're hoping our friends are feeling comforted.